GOD's Condefcenfion to our Worship.
HY Favours, Lord, furprize our Souis;
Will the Eternal dwell with us?
What canft thou find beneath the Poles,
To tempt thy Chariot downward thus?
Still might he fill his ftarry Throne,
And please his Ears with Gabriel's Songs:
But th' heav'nly Majefty comes down,
And bows to hearken to our Tongues.
Great God! what poor Returns we pay,
For Love fo infinite as thine?
Words are but Air, and Tongues but Clay :
But thy Compaffion's all divine.
HYMN XCVIII.
The Same.
to the Lord, that reigns on high, And views the Nations from afar, Let everlasting Praises fly,
And tell how large his Bounties are.
He that can fhake the Worlds he made,
Or with his Word, or with his Rod,
His Goodness, how amazing great!
And what a condescending God!
Our Sorrows and our Tears we pour
Into the Bofom of our God;
He hears us in the mournful Hour,
And help us bear the heavy Load,
Oh! could our thankful Hearts devife
A Tribute equal to thy Grace,
To the third Heav'n our Songs fhould rife,
And teach the golden Harps thy Praise.
HYMN XCIX.
Fervency of Devotion defired.
OME, holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs,
Kindle a Flame of facred Love
In thefe cold Hearts of ours.
Look how we grovel here below,
Fond of thefe earthly Toys;
Our Souls how heavily they go
To reach eternal Joys!
In vain we tune our formal Songs,
In vain we strive to rife ;
Hofannas languish on our Tongues,
And our Devotion dies.
Dear Lord! and fhall we ever live
At this poor dying Rate :
Our Love fo faint, fo cold to Thee,
And thine to us fo great?
Come, holy Spirit heav'nly Dove,
With all thy quick'ning Pow'rs;
Come, fhed abroad a Saviour's Love,
And that fhall kindle ours.
HYMN C
The Same.
praise redeeming Love,
TBear Chriftians, lend a Voice;
Come thou diviner Dove,
And help us to rejoice!
Our Hearts, too low,
Lord, thou canft raife:
Bleft Spirit, blow,
And we fhall praife.
Here, Lord, may we admire
The Riches of thy Grace,
'Till thou fhalt call us higher,
There to behold thy Face;
Oh Height of Grace,
Oh Depth of Love,
Lord fit us for
Our Place above.
Who can thy Love exprefs!
Thy Mercy ne'er decays!
What can our Souls do lefs
Than love thee all our Days?
Blefs God each Soul,
Ev'n unto Death;
And write a Song,
For ev'ry Breath.
Praife to God for Creation and Re
ET them neglect thy Glory, Lord,
Who never knew thy Grace;
But our loud Songs fhall ftill record
The Wonders of thy Praise.
We raise our Shouts, O God, to thee,
And fend them to thy Throne ;
All Glory to th' united Three,
The undivided One,
'Twas he (and we'll adore his Name)
That form'd us by a Word;
'Tis he reftores our ruin'd Frame,
Salvation to the Lord!
Hofanna let the Earth and Skies
Repeat the joyful Sound;
Rocks, Hills and Vales reflect the Voice
In one eternal Round.
The Faithfulness of God in the Promises.
Egin, my Tongue, fome heav'nly Theme,
And fpeak fome boundless Thing,
The mighty Works, or mightier Name,
Of our eternal King.
Tell of his wond'rous Faithfulness,
And found his Pow'r abroad,
Sing the fweet Promise of his Grace,
And the performing God.
Proclaim Salvation from the Lord,
For wretched dying Men;
His Hand hath writ the facred Word
With an immortal Pen.
Engrav'd as in eternal Brafs,
The mighty Promise shines ;
Nor can the Pow'rs of Darkness raze
Those everlasting Lines.
O might I hear thine heav'nly Tongue
But whisper, Thou art mine!
Those gentle Words fhould raise my Song
To Notes almost divine.
How would our leaping Hearts rejoice
And think our Heav'n fecure!
Give us to hear thy gracious Voice,
And Faith defires no more.
Refurrection of CHRIST.
Lefs'd Morning, whofe young dawning
Beheld our rifing God:
That faw him triumph o'er the Duft,
And leave his last Abode !
In the cold Prifon of a Tomb,
The dead Redeemer lay,
'Till the revolving Skies had brought
The third, th' appointed Day.
|